“How awful for you. Did you tell Lessie?” Sophie asked.
“No, I didn’t, and I feel terrible. I just couldn’t bring myself to say anything. At least I knew all the other times it had been her.”
“In a way, it’s Lessie’s fault,” Sophie said. “She should never have told Amanda. She should have kept it secret.”
“Yes, I know, but that’s Lessie. Amanda finally left, cursing me the whole time, calling me every name under the sun. I knew, in a way, this was my own fault, too. I had been putting on a show for Lessie, trying to please her, and now it had backfired. I was mad Lessie had bragged about it to Amanda and who knows who else, but at least I knew Lessie had been my Monday mystery woman.
“But now this accusation from Amanda. Was she right? Had I subconsciously known all along that it was h
